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September 9, 2013
Collector Guide – Dragon Knights
Here’s the section of my new guide for my Dragon Knights series. What do you think?
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September 5, 2013
New Collector Guide
I finally got a Collector Guide together and sent to the printer. Here’s a look at the graphics for those of you who are interested. If you see me at any signings or conventions in the next 6 months or so, I’ll have them with me and I’ll be happy to give you one and sign it for you! If you’re not going to be where I am, I’m working on getting a mailing process in place where I can mail them out to people who request them. Give me a little time to work that out. I’ll post the details when I know them. In the meantime, here are the first few pages. (I’ll post the rest shortly.)
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September 2, 2013
Sneak Peek Excerpt from Red
Now that the print version of Grif is available for sale, I thought I’d post the sneak peek of Red (that just might be in the back of the Grif print book) for your enjoyment. Red will be out soon (probably mid-October), but in the meantime, here’s a bit of it to get you started…
Red
Tales of the Were – Redstone Clan #2
Steve Redstone agrees to keep an eye on his friend’s little sister while she’s partying in Las Vegas. He’s happy to do the small favor to an old Army buddy. What he doesn’t expect is the wild woman who heats his blood and attracts too much attention from Others in the area.
Steve ends up defending her honor, breaking his cover and seducing the woman all within hours of meeting her, but he’s helpless to resist her. She is his mate and that startling fact is going to open up a whole can of worms with her, her brother and the rest of the Redstone Clan.
EXCERPT
CHAPTER ONE
“Hey, Red! How’s it hanging?”
“Damn. I knew I shouldn’t have answered the phone.” Steve Redstone’s smile belied his gruff tone. The call was from one of his oldest and best Army buddies—Derek “Deke” Morrow—an entirely human soldier, but a great guy nonetheless. He was also one of the most skilled warriors Steve had ever known.
“Man, I’ve got a big favor to ask you.” Deke’s tone was serious and Steve sobered.
“Spill, bro. You know I’ll do what I can for you.”
“Thanks, man. Knew I could count on you. Thing is, my baby sister is heading your way. One of her girlfriends decided it would be fun to have her bachelorette party in Sin City. It’s not that I don’t trust Trish, as much as I don’t trust her friends. This is an accident waiting to happen and I need some backup. I can’t go. She’d kill me if I showed my face, but she doesn’t know you and you’re local.”
“So you want me to show her a good time?” Steve relaxed. Babysitting, he could do. Teasing his friend just came naturally.
“You do, and I’ll break both your legs.” The tone said Deke was only half-joking.
“Relax. I’ve got you covered. What hotel are they staying at?”
A few minutes later, the call ended and Steve had all the information he’d need to track down his good friend’s wayward sister. He’d establish a bit of surveillance first. Check the lay of the land and see what kind of mischief the girls were getting into.
If necessary, he could call on some members of his Clan to help him keep an eye on things, but he didn’t really think that would be necessary. How much trouble could a few young human girls get into, after all?
Steve cursed himself for even thinking that a few hours later as he leaned against the wall of a dark club, watching the half dozen women who had stormed the Las Vegas strip with the way-too-gorgeous little sister of his friend. Trisha Morrow was a knockout. That was something Steve hadn’t counted on.
When Derek talked about his kid sister, he always made her sound like a teenager. The woman currently knocking back an entire row of colorful—questionable—test tube shots at the bar was no teenager. Far from it. She was an adult and as lovely as her brother was deadly.
Steve’s first sight of her had nearly knocked him off his feet and his reaction hadn’t tamed any in the two hours since. He’d followed the gaggle of women out of the hotel where they were staying and tailed them to this club. They were enjoying the live band, some dancing and a whole lot of drinking. Too much, by Steve’s standards. Some of the girls were getting sloppy drunk, but Trish Morrow seemed to be able to hold her liquor with a little more dignity than her friends. That was something, at least.
He knew she was just as shit-faced as the other girls, though. She was unsteady on those sexy high heels and the way her short skirt rode up when she tried to get on the barstool had nearly given him a heart attack. She was tall for a human woman. Just a little shorter than her brother, who was about six feet. Trish had to be about five-nine or so. A nice height to match Steve’s six-foot-two.
And he really shouldn’t be thinking thoughts like that. No, not at all. Her brother would kill him if he even thought Steve was thinking about his little sister in an inappropriate way. It would end a friendship Steve valued, and he wasn’t willing to give up that relationship over a woman. Even a woman as knock-out gorgeous as Trisha Morrow.
Steve kept watch from afar. He didn’t want to know her scent. He stayed well upwind so he wouldn’t accidentally smell the sexy, feminine scent he just knew would rev his engine to full throttle. It was bad enough seeing her. He didn’t want to know the intimate details her scent would reveal to him.
If he wanted to keep his friend, it was better that he didn’t know. Even though his inner cougar clawed at his insides to learn more about the pretty female. The cat appreciated Trisha’s beauty and its innate curiosity pushed at Steve to learn more about her. But he couldn’t. He was a babysitter. That’s it.
Steve was so busy watching the woman and thinking about how he mustn’t get too close to her that he almost missed the danger when it struck. One of Trisha’s friends—the bride-to-be, in fact—went out onto the dance floor with a creature Steve recognized. A creature he had no respect for and would not let interfere with this particular group of women.
He had to act. Pushing away from the wall, Steve strolled onto the dance floor and positioned himself opposite Jorge, a Peruvian vampire who’d moved to the area recently. He was already treading on thin ice with the local Master of his kind for preying a little too openly on humans. He hadn’t killed anyone yet—that they knew of—but he’d been warned repeatedly to be more discrete in his feeding.
Steve made sure he caught Jorge’s eye and with a grudging sort of compliance, Jorge finished the dance and escorted the woman back to her friends. He left her with them and glanced over at Steve, cocking his head. Steve looked toward a quiet corner and Jorge nodded almost imperceptibly.
They both moved toward the corner. Steve stood for a moment while the vampire did one of his magic tricks and dampened the sound so they could talk. It was amazing what some of the older vamps could do. They had a weird sort of magic all their own, very unlike anything Steve had seen human magic users do.
“Handy,” Steve mused. “Thanks for the moment of quiet.”
“You wanted to talk with me?” Jorge prompted, clearly annoyed, but Steve didn’t give a shit.
The Redstone Clan was the most powerful group in this city and even the Master knew it. This guy should show a little more respect, even if he was a few hundred years old. Steve could still crush him like an egg. And he wouldn’t even need backup from his Clan to do it. Jorge just wasn’t as tough as he apparently thought he was.
“I’d like you to leave those women alone.” Steve didn’t owe the vampire any more explanation than that, though he sensed Jorge was going to be difficult.
“Why should I? They are human, are they not?” Jorge looked over the small group who went on talking, laughing and drinking, unaware of the discussion in the corner.
“Yep. Human,” Steve agreed. “And under my protection. Got it?” He leaned forward, doing his best to intimidate the shorter man.
“What’s in it for me if I do you this favor?”
Steve had to stifle a sigh. This little twerp really didn’t understand the gravity of the situation and he certainly didn’t know his place in the hierarchy around these parts. But Steve didn’t want to be the heavy. It wasn’t necessary and it would take too much time.
“I would be grateful. And I won’t tell Tony that you’ve been sniffing around the tourists again. I heard he warned you off…what was it? Three times, already? You should know better by now, Jorge.”
Antoine de Latourette was the local Master vampire. His friends called him Tony. He was more than seven hundred years old and not someone to cross lightly.
Jorge finally got the message and straightened from his insolent slouch against the wall. He looked miffed, but Steve didn’t care. It was time somebody taught this little pipsqueak a lesson.
“Instead of harassing me, maybe you ought to put a leash on some of your own.” Jorge sneered as he looked pointedly over at the group of women.
Steve looked too.
“Shit.” Things were getting more complicated by the moment. He turned back to Jorge. “Do we have an understanding?”
Jorge nodded, dropped the barrier he’d held that kept the blaring sound of the club at bay and turned to go without another word. It was disrespectful, but Steve didn’t care at the moment. The group of seven women had been joined by a small Pack of wolves he knew all too well.
What was it with Derek’s little sister that she—or her group of friends—were drawing all the Others tonight? It couldn’t be helped. Steve was going to have to find out for himself.
He set out across the crowded room just as a fight broke out. The violence quickly spread toward him, but he had his objective clear in mind. He wasn’t going to let anything stop him from making it to the small group of women. He’d promised Derek he’d take care of his sister. Letting her get hurt in a bar fight was not going to happen on his watch.
Somebody threw a punch at Steve. He barely paused to return the favor, sending the stupid human flying several feet back, out of Steve’s way. Another idiot tried to block his way with a barstool. Steve made short work of him but he started to wonder why seemingly disinterested bystanders were suddenly keen to stop him from getting to the women.
Steve whistled and one of the wolves perked up, looking through the crowd. Steve caught his eye and gave him a silent signal. Guard. Protect. Instantly the stance of the young wolves went from merely protective of the women, which they’d been already, to on guard. Good dogs, Steve thought with a fleeting moment of humor as yet another human tried to block his path.
One of the wolves made as if to come help him, but Steve signaled him back. Protect the women, he sent via the hand signals everyone in the Redstone Clan knew. This group of wolves was part of one of the construction crews and they were mostly reputable. A little young, and rough around the edges maybe, but good men all. Steve was sort of relieved to have them here now that the situation had taken an unexpected turn.
Steve paused momentarily to parry a few punches aimed his way but he didn’t let the concerted attacks slow him down. He kept his eyes on the prize, making his way one opponent at a time, toward Trisha Morrow.
The club was great, but when the fight broke out on the other side of the packed dance floor, Trisha sobered enough to realize they probably should leave. Only there were a bunch of handsome men—big bruisers, most of them—flirting with the girls and none of her friends seemed sober enough to realize there might be danger if the fight kept escalating in their direction.
Trisha looked around and her gaze was caught by one man. A big, muscular man. He was as big as her brother, Deke, and just as good in a fight. He was walking toward her, but kept getting waylaid by idiots who wanted to fight. Why they tried to hit him, she’d never know. Even she could see he wasn’t interested in the melee. He was just trying to get from one side of the club to the other, and he didn’t really care who he had to mow down to do it.
There was something so elemental about the way he moved. Like a panther on the prowl. He vanquished one opponent after another—sometimes more than one at a time—sweeping them out of his way as if they were nothing. He sent a few guys sailing through the air. Some went down hard on the grimy floor. A few turned away when he growled at them.
He actually growled. She could hear the low rumble of it, even across the distance that still separated them. Why in the world did she find that sexy?
“Hey guys?” Trisha tried to get the attention of her drunk friends while her gaze remained on the warrior.
That’s the only word she could think of to describe him. He had to be like Deke, and most of the men in her family. Military. Spec Ops. If not, then some kind of mercenary or professional killer.
That last thought almost made her giggle with nerves as their eyes met. And held.
Even as he threw two more would-be fighters aside, he kept his gaze on her. When he had to look away to throw a punch or block a barstool being thrown at him, it was only momentary. As soon as he’d dealt with the obstacle, he looked straight back at her again.
It was about that time she realized he wasn’t just moving across the room. He was actually aiming for her table. For her.
Her foggy mind didn’t understand the animal attraction that reared up and made her want to purr when she realized that hunk of dangerous manhood was making a beeline to her side. The rest of the raucous room faded to nothing as she watched his muscles bunch and flex as he dealt with one miscreant after another. Damn. He was hot.
Hot and dangerous. The ultimate bad boy. Rawr.
“The fighting is getting worse,” she heard one of the men who’d come to chat with her friends say to the other over her head.
One part of her fuzzy mind wondered at their calm. The men had come to flirt and her girlfriends had happily obliged, but when the fighting started, the men had stayed with them, taking up what looked like guard positions, now that she thought about it. She’d seen it often enough with the guys in her family in the past. It didn’t take much to bring out the legendary Morrow protective streak. She’d dealt with it all her life.
Sometimes annoying, it was often nice to have a bunch of big, strong guys to watch your back and catch you if you fell. She’d relied on her dad and brothers for a lot of years to do just that. Though, to be honest, she hadn’t needed rescuing in a long, long time.
“Steve said to stay here,” the other man answered, still over her head as she watched the warrior get closer.
“Yeah, all right. But not for much longer. If he doesn’t haul ass, we’re going to have to start knocking some heads together. It’d be easier to just take the women outside, where it’s safe,” the first one said.
“You notice something funny about the fight? They’re going after Steve,” the second one observed. “It’s subtle, but it’s there. Could be, the ones who started the brawl want us to go outside. There’s only four of us.”
“Not for long,” the first one replied. “I just called in the cavalry.” Trisha heard a phone beep next to her. The first guy had called someone and she could only hope he was on the right side of all this mayhem. Based on what she’d overheard, he probably was.
For whatever reason, a guy named Steve had told these guys to stay and watch over the girls. That didn’t make much sense. She didn’t remember any of the men being introduced as Steve. Had this Steve instigated the fight? It didn’t sound that way, but the question remained… Who was Steve? And why would he tell these men—perfect strangers—to protect her small group of friends?
Unless…
Oh, no. He wouldn’t have.
But she knew he would. Dammit. She could smell her brother’s interference in this. He had friends all over the place and she’d just bet one of his old Army buddies lived in Las Vegas. It didn’t take much to imagine Deke calling ahead once she’d told him where the bachelorette party was being held.
Well. She could either get mad or be grateful that her big brother cared enough to get someone to keep an eye on them. In the normal course of business, she would have been pissed. But she was drunk and the fight was getting seriously out of control. Even she had to admit, she and her friends probably needed a knight in shining armor right now. Maybe a few of them.
Still, she knew she’d be mad at Deke later, when everything was sane again. When there were no flying beer bottles or bar stools, and no big men trying to beat the crap out of each other ten feet from where she stood.
“You guys know my brother?” she asked of the men at her side, proud when her words slurred only a little. She really shouldn’t have had that row of test tube shots. She didn’t even know what had been in them. But they were yummy.
“Sorry, doll. We don’t know your brother,” the guy on her left answered in a somewhat condescending tone.
“I don’t like you,” she blurted out, unable to filter her words in her drunken state. “Sorry,” she apologized belatedly, but she heard laughter from both of the guys that flanked her.
“It’s okay. He gets that reaction a lot,” the guy on the right guffawed at his buddy’s expense.
“So who’s Steve?” She really wasn’t very subtle when she was drunk.
“Heard that, did you? You mean you don’t know him already?” The guy on the left seemed recovered from her insult and a little more respectful this time when he spoke to her.
“No. Should I?” She almost looked at them, but the man who’d been casually fighting his way to her was almost upon them. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from him. He was even more good looking, the closer he got.
“Yeah, judging by the way he just cleared a path to you, I kinda figured you two were already acquainted,” the guy on the left turned as the fighting drew nearer. He was watching the crowd, but she only had eyes for the man who stopped right in front of her.
“You must be Steve,” she stated. Damn she was drunk. She was just blurting out whatever came into her mind, no matter how inane.
The gorgeous warrior cocked his head to the side, clearly puzzled. “I am. And you’re Trisha, right?”
She nodded, making herself dizzy in the process. “How do you know my name? We weren’t introduced. I’d remember.”
He had the greatest smile. She was glad she was still leaning against the barstool because her knees were in serious danger of melting when he flashed that crooked smile at her. His eyes actually twinkled. And glowed.
Wait a minute. Glowed?
She must be even drunker than she thought. That round of test tubes was starting to roil in her stomach and slide right into her bloodstream. Things were getting blurrier, not better. What had been in those things?
Damn. Steve smelled drugs. The chemical-metallic tang of something bad came off her in waves—and not much else. The chemical scent was so strong, it was overpowering her normal female scent.
“Trisha, do you feel all right?” Steve hated this. She might’ve taken the drugs or she might’ve been slipped something. Right now, he didn’t know which and the fight was too close for comfort.
“No,” she admitted in a wobbly voice as she leaned heavily on the bar stool.
Steve paused to push two of the fighters behind him farther back. So far, the small group of wolves had been keeping the fighting at bay around the drunk women, but he didn’t know how much longer they could keep the status quo. Things seemed to be escalating instead of dying down.
And that didn’t seem right either. Something strange was definitely in the air tonight.
“Steady now,” he said in as soft a tone as he could manage over the loud noise of the fight. “Do you normally use drugs? Weed, crack, heroin?” He tried to be matter-of-fact about it, but he hated asking these questions.
“Piss off,” she cussed him, making him want to smile. “I’m not a druggie. I’m just drunk.”
“Do you feel just drunk, as you put it?” he challenged. Damn, he liked her spirit. She was feisty for a human.
She paused for a moment and her tongue peeped out to run over her lips. The sight of that little wet, pink muscle made his dick rise. Damn.
“Now that you mention it…” She paused to try to bring her hand to her face and missed. She was definitely not all right. Her coordination was shot. “Those shots must’ve been stronger than I thought,” she finished lamely. “I’m higher than a kite.” She smiled, then frowned. “I don’t like it.”
She made him want to laugh again, which surprised the hell out of him. She was kind of cute and very frank when she was out of it. It was a charming combination.
“I just got a text. The rest of the Pack is waiting for us outside,” Jed Robinson reported from Trisha’s right. He was the most senior of the dogs that had been flirting with Trisha and her friends. “There was some trouble out there, but they’ve neutralized it.”
Damn. He thought he knew what the wolf was trying to say. There’d been an ambush waiting for the women. But why? Steve didn’t like this at all and he didn’t understand what it was about this group of women that had attracted all this attention, but he would. Before this night was over, he’d learn why they were such a target.
“All right, let’s get out of here. The fight is more than the bouncers can handle and the cops will probably be here any moment. Unless you want to spend the rest of the night at the police station, you should probably come with us, Trisha.”
She looked at him again, giving him a good once over.
“You’ve got to be my brother’s friend,” she surprised him by stating. “If anyone here was his goto guy, it would be someone like you. You’ve got the look. Okay.” She paused, seeming to need to gather her wits. “I’ll go with you. If you can convince me that you served with him.”
How she knew her brother had called for backup in Vegas, he didn’t have to guess. Deke was pretty protective of his family, but Steve respected that about the man. Now he just had to prove to his cautious sister that he was the inside man.
“Deke and I served in Afghanistan together.” A few other places too, but those were classified. “My name is Steve Redstone.”
“Shit,” she cursed under her breath, but he heard it. “You’re Red.”
“At your service,” he replied, knowing they really didn’t have time to dally. The fight was really out of control and moving ever closer, though the wolves frowning presence kept most of it at bay. “Now can we get out of here?”
“Sure thing.” She tried to stand but her legs clearly wouldn’t support her. Still, she gave it her best shot until she managed to stand, leaning heavily on the small table.
She put one hand to her lips and an ear-splitting whistle issued from her mouth. Her friends—most of whom were as drunk as she was, or worse—immediately looked at her. Well that was one way to get the ladies’ attention.
“This is my brother’s friend, Red,” she shouted to her friends. “We’re getting out of here.”
Slow nods and a few worried looks answered her pronouncement, but the women did start moving. Purses were gathered, short, tight skirts were pulled downward as they hopped off bar stools. Flirtatious hands sought the werewolves for support, but they all managed to stand, though several of the girls swayed alarmingly.
Steve put his hands out to catch Trisha as she nearly fell over, but she managed to right herself and take a few steps before she nearly slid to the floor. Steve caught her on the way down and put one arm around her waist, supporting her as she took wobbly steps toward the door. He would have carried her, but she was still able to walk and he wanted at least one arm free to fight, if need be.
“We took cabs here,” Trisha babbled as they headed toward the door. She fit nicely against him.
“I know,” he admitted, watching everything carefully.
The wolves were flanking the group of women, with Jed on point and Steve bringing up the rear. It was as good an arrangement as they could manage until they got outside. Luckily, the door wasn’t that far away.
“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” She kept talking while they neared the exit. “How long have you been following me? Since I landed, I bet. Deke probably called you the moment we left home.”
“Not quite. I only picked up your trail about two hours ago. Deke held off calling as long as he could, but the guy’s always had a sixth sense for trouble. Guess he was right, eh?” Steve paused long enough to deliver a back kick to the guy about to attack them from the behind.
She gasped as the man went flying and didn’t answer. Steve hustled her out the door and into the protection of the wolf Pack that was waiting outside. Jed was organizing the women into waiting vehicles. It was a measure of how far gone the women were that they didn’t really question who the guys were or where they were going. It was more than obvious to Steve that they’d all been dosed with something that not only altered their scents, but also decimated their better judgment.
The way to the three vehicles had been cleared and kept that way by the wolves. Steve tossed the keys to his Harley to one of the younger guys, knowing he’d follow on the motorcycle. Steve wasn’t letting go of Trisha. She’d been drugged and nearly abducted. She wasn’t leaving his sight until this was all sorted out.
Steve helped her into the back of the last vehicle, a big SUV driven by the wolf Pack’s Alpha, Pete, whom Steve both liked and respected. Pete had been in the Marine Corps for a while. He’d left the Corps and learned his trade as a stone mason. In fact, he was one of the finest Redstone Construction employed and in charge of many of the really finicky projects that clients loved. He held rank not only within his own Pack of wolves, but within the larger Redstone Clan that encompassed everyone who worked for Redstone Construction—almost all of whom were shapeshifters of one kind or another.
The moment the doors were closed, Pete took off. One of the other girls was sitting next to Trisha, who was in the center of the back bench seat. Pete’s youngest son, Jeremy, was in the front passenger seat.
Steve’s sensitive hearing picked up the sound of his beloved Harley bringing up the rear. They made a neat little convoy as they headed out of the city and drove toward the development on the outskirts of Las Vegas where the Redstone Clan had settled.
Steve checked their back trail, as he knew the others were also doing. So far, there was no sign of pursuit.
“Where are you taking us?” Trisha’s head lolled against the back of the seat, as did her friend’s. The only difference between the two women was that Trisha was a little more awake.
“To safety,” Steve was quick to assure her. “You can call Deke, if you want to make sure we’re on the level.”
“Are you kidding?” She shot him a look that was full of disbelief. “I’d sooner paint myself green and stroll naked down Main Street. No, thank you.” She was carefully enunciating each of her words and Steve guessed it took a lot of effort.
He admired her grit and he had to laugh at her reaction to calling her big brother. Steve would think long and hard before he made that call. On the one hand, Deke had always been a great man to have on his side in a fight. On the other, Deke probably wouldn’t be all that rational when it came to his sister. And there was the paranormal aspect of all this to consider. As far as Steve knew, Deke had no idea there really were such things as werewolves, vampires and all the rest, much less that Steve himself was a werecougar.
“So we’re going to your place?” Trisha insisted on picking up the thread of the conversation, such as it was. “Is it big enough for all of us?”
“We can take them to the Pack house,” Pete volunteered from the front. “There’s plenty of room there for all of them.”
Steve realized that was probably the best plan. Wolf Packs tended to enjoy the company of their Pack mates a lot more than other kinds of shifters and they often built big Pack houses where the entire Pack could congregate for meals or events. It was also a rooming house, of sorts, designed to help out Pack members or friends in need. There were probably enough suites in the place this Pack had built to give every one of the women a place of their own.
“Sounds good,” Steve agreed with Pete, then turned back to Trisha, who was now leaning against him. She was a nice, warm bundle at his side and Steve was sorely tempted to put his arm back around her. “Trisha, I’m not sure how much of this you’ll remember, but the man driving is my friend Pete. His son, Jeremy, is the one who helped your friend into the car. He’s in the passenger seat. They have a bed and breakfast. That’s where we’re going. Okay?”
Steve tried to keep it simple and at the same time wanted to reassure her that she was in safe hands. She seemed calm, but that could be a byproduct of whatever drug she’d been given. He didn’t want to cause her any more distress.
She nodded, then clutched her stomach and made a face that Steve understood all too well.
“You’d better pull over quick, Pete,” Steve instructed, taking Trisha’s free hand.
“The lead car just pulled over too,” Pete reported as he rolled to a stop on the side of the desert road. “One of the gals is barfing all over a cactus.”
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September 1, 2013
Grif in Print!
Grif is now available in print!
You can get both print and ebook on the Amazon page.
Barnes & Noble isn’t quite up yet, but should be coming soon.
And you can always get it directly from CreateSpace.
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August 26, 2013
Freebie Alert: Rocky Free for a Limited Time!
For the next week or so, Tales of the Were: Rocky, will be free on Amazon, B&N, ARe, Kobo, iTunes and a few other bookselling sites. Get it while it’s hot!
Tales of the Were – The Others #1
On the run from her husband’s killers, there is only one man who can help her now… her Rock.
Maggie is on the run from those who killed her husband nine months ago. She knows the only one who can help her is Rocco, a grizzly shifter she knew in her youth. She arrives on his doorstep in labor with twins. Magical, shapeshifting, bear cub twins destined to lead the next generation of werecreatures in North America.
Rocky is devastated by the news of his Clan brother’s death, but he cannot deny the attraction that has never waned for the small human woman who stole his heart a long time ago. Rocky absented himself from her life when she chose to marry his childhood friend, but the years haven’t changed the way he feels for her.
And now there are two young lives to protect. Rocky will do everything in his power to end the threat to the small family and claim them for himself. He knows he is the perfect Alpha to teach the cubs as they grow into their power… if their mother will let him love her as he has always longed to do.
You may notice, I’ve changed the numbering a bit on this series. After some discussion with readers who brought a few things to my attention and helped me see things a slightly different way, I’ve decided that Rocky really starts a new sub-series of Tales of the Were. It doesn’t follow directly from Inferno - and I do have a story in the works that does take up where Inferno left off, so rather than Rocky being “book 3″ of Tales of the Were, it’s really the start of a sub-series of books that come under the umbrella of Tales of the Were, but deal with Other types of magical, paranormal creatures. Rocky’s a werebear. Slade is a werecat of mixed lineage. I have stories in the works for a wereraptor or two and I think those stories fit more neatly together than the grouping I was trying to create (or force) before.
Thanks for bearing with me as I figure this out. So, from now on, I’ll be calling Rocky “book 1″ of the new sub-series. I’ll probably change all the labeling over after this promotion has run its course in a week or two.
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August 23, 2013
Dragon Knights: Master at Arms
I have a new book out! It’s a novella, meant to be a companion piece to the 2nd book in my Dragon Knights series. In fact, it will come out in print alongside Border Lair, in October. But for now, it’s available in ebook formats and is called Master at Arms. Here’s a little bit about it:
When Cara’s half-brother is gravely wounded, she rallies the defenders of their keep as best she can. She knows how to fight, but is smart enough to realize she cannot-and should not-lead men into battle. No, that is the job of the Master at Arms, a mysteriously attractive foreign fighter named Tristan.
But when deadly, venomous creatures called skiths attack, only dragons can save them. A flight of dragons arrives in the nick of time-among them an unpartnered dragon named Rath and his mate with her handsome knight partner, Sir Thorn. Until Rath finds a knight and both knights find their lady, the dragons cannot be together. But fate may have just stepped in to help both dragons and men.
Caught on the ground, Rath is in serious danger from a rogue skith when Tristan comes to his rescue. His courage impresses the dragon greatly. This is a man who could be a knight… if his loyalties can be won by dragonkind.
And all is not as it seems with Cara’s family and the half-brother who wants nothing more than to pack her off to a loveless marriage, sold to the highest bidder. It will take all the diplomacy and skill of both Thorn and Tristan to set things right… and win Lady Cara’s heart for themselves.
Warning: When two dragons really want something, it’s best not to stand in their way. And when their knights are focused on a single woman, nothing and no one will stop them from getting what they want. Beware! This trio gets up to all kinds of naughtiness in the pursuit of true love.
Get your copy now from: Amazon – Barnes & Noble – Samhain
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August 21, 2013
Hope Springs by Mari Carr & Jayne Rylon
Two of my favorite people have a new book out! Check it out:
What will grow from the seeds of desire?
Compass Girls, Book 2
Hope Compton never considered her parents’ unconventional relationship a dangerous thing. Until, after a few too many drinks in a crowded bar, she admits her desire for a ménage to her college boyfriend—and uninvited guests try to turn her fantasy into a nightmare.
When Wyatt catches some thugs harassing the pretty daughter of his bosses, he doesn’t hesitate to call on his partner Clayton to kick some asses. But then he realizes what a temptation the sweet, sheltered Hope presents. Especially her naughty wish to unleash her inner vixen—with both of them.
Hope has no doubt her playmates want to fulfill her every desire, but something’s holding them back. She has an idea what those somethings are. With luck, and a little help from her Compass cousins to hold her fathers off, she’ll find what she needs in the shadows of the past—and convince them she’s found two men of her own who are worthy of her love.
Warning: Compass books bring love in every direction and every season. But not all of life’s moments are filled with joy. Take the good with the bad, and the steamy.
Buy now from: Samhain – Amazon – B&N – and wherever ebooks are sold!
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August 4, 2013
Vote for Slade!
My book, Slade, is competing in All Romance eBook’s Ultimate Shifter Challenge. If you haven’t voted yet, please consider voting for him! He’s in the 9th pairing this week, so scroll down and click on it! 
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August 2, 2013
Jambrea Jo Jones’ New Story
My friend, Jambrea, has a new story in an anthology out today! Check it out:
‘Where Tomorrow Shines’ by Jambrea Jo Jones
Be All You Can Be?
Kasey Adams will show Quinn Nelson just what kind of man he is. After a couple of dates it’s been radio silence and Kasey wants to know why. He’s ready to settle down with just one guy and start his life.
Quinn is tired. He just wants to do his job and go home at the end of the day with an ice cold beer and something on the TV. He doesn’t have time for a happy shiny kid who wants to change the world.
Can Kasey convince Quinn they are meant to be?
Buy it now from TEB – Amazon – B&N and wherever ebooks are sold!
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July 28, 2013
Dragon Knights News
I had some great news last week. Not only is Maiden Flight being translated into Thai, but it was also just awarded a TOP PICK from RT Book Reviews Magazine! I’m truly honored by the recognition for what was the first book I ever had published. Now, in this new print edition, the book has been given a little bonus material in the form of a novella called The Dragon Healer, which is set around the same time as the original story.
The Dragon Healer is now available in ebook form, but it will be part of the new print edition of Maiden Flight that comes out 0n September 3rd. You can pre-order the new print edition right now on Amazon, B&N, and Samhain, among other places. And in case you don’t already know what the story is about, here’s a little bit about it…
War is coming for the dragon knights… but love may find them first.
Dragon Knights, Book 1
A chance meeting with a young male dragon seals the fate of one adventurous female poacher. The dragon’s partner, a ruggedly handsome knight named Gareth, takes one look at the shapely woman and decides to do a little poaching of his own.
Sir Gareth both seduces and falls deeply in love with the girl who is not only unafraid of dragons but also possesses a rare gift — she can hear the beasts’ silent speech. He wants her for his mate, but mating with a knight is no simple thing. To accept a knight, a woman must also accept the dragon, the dragon’s mate… and her knight, Lars, too.
She is at first shocked, then intrigued by the lusty life in the Lair. But war is in the making and only the knights and dragons have a chance at ending it before it destroys their land and their lives.
Warning: Contains dragons, their sexy knights and a damsel who is not quite in distress. Sizzling hot m/f/m scenes may leave you breathing fire.
And here’s a bit about The Dragon Healer, for those of you who are interested…
What’s better than a knight sweeping you off your feet? Two knights.
Silla is a healer riding circuit on the border, helping those in need. When she hears the pained cries of a dragon in distress, she comes to his aid, using most of her precious supplies to help the badly injured creature.
The dragon’s knight, Brodie, is fascinated by the woman – the miracle worker – who has come to help his friend. She is both beautiful and kind hearted and he quickly realizes she is his destined mate. And if she is Brodie’s mate, she is Geoff’s as well, for Brodie’s dragon was mated to Geoff’s dragon many years ago.
Geoff doesn’t believe in the tales of love at first sight among knights, but he knows that when either he or Brodie finds a wife, they will share her. Hearing about the dragon’s injury, Geoff and his dragon race to help, only to find the dragon on the mend and Brodie in bed with the most stunning woman Geoff has ever seen.
Love at first sight turns out to be real and it strikes them all as they come together and realize that no matter what the obstacles, they are meant to be together. Silla is the missing link that will join their lives and make them a true Lair family.
Warning: Knights like to get frisky and these two are no exception. Beware the passion, playfulness, a bit of bondage and a whole lot of three-way loving with a tiny bit of exhibitionism thrown in for good measure.
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